You Can't Do That!

A hat tip to our good friend James at TTLS!

Here is the latest from the blog of the Conealonialist:

Fr. Howard and Deacon Erin Giles, clergy in good standing of the Anglican Diocese of San Joaquin, are forming a core group to plant an Anglican church in the Las Vegas/Henderson area of Southern Nevada. A group of twelve is planning Ash Wednesday and Lenten Soup Suppers in private homes. Please contact us so that you can join us in fellowship and in seeking the Lord.

Well ladies and gentlemen of both California and Nevada MR. GILES and MRS. GILES are simply laity in the world.  They can, as laity try to raise up a group in Nevada but I would caution those in Nevada with the following comments from Bishop Jerry Lamb, Bishop of the Diocese of San Joaquin:    

 The Standing Committee of the Episcopal Diocese of San Joaquin today determined that sixteen deacons and thirty-six priests had abandoned the communion of the Episcopal Church. Findings against each of the fifty-two clergy were based on specific violations of the Constitution and Canons of the Episcopal Church related to their support of attempts to remove the diocese from the Episcopal Church, and their repudiation of the ecclesiastical authority of the Episcopal Church and the diocese.

 And then Bishop Lamb names the names, the two that Nevada should be concerned with are as follows:

The Rev. Erin Giles, Manteca 

                The Rev. Howard Giles, Manteca

Since there is only the Episcopal Diocese of San Joaquin and that the bishop of that diocese is Bishop Jerry Lamb and Bishop Lamb has deposed several clergy including Mr. and Mrs. Giles this foray into Nevada can only be a short-sighted attempt at creating a new diocese of some conealoneialists.  Please be warned that Nevada is still in The Episcopal Church of the United States and these two therefore are but mere lay persons looking for a handout.  

What we do have is an opportunity to bring the Beatles into this whole thing and so here it is.

The last one sober

Well, it seems that person is me. They tell you in rehab the odds are against you, manipulating the numbers to this message: only one person in this room will make it. That was what they told us almost three years ago, in a quiet little house in the mountains. A place where people cleaned up from all kinds of poison, finding some hope to make a new life, or recapture the best parts of an old one.

Until five months ago, there were two of us. Me, and S - I always referred to him as the "the other sober one." We live five miles apart, the two stubborn cusses that wouldn't drink no matter what. For quite a long time we kept each other strong through the fear, sorrow, insomnia and muscle pains. Phone calls and emails, any time of day or night.

We didn't have much else in common, and in time we became sporadic correspondents. Maybe we just stopped worrying about each other, and that was the wrong thing to do.

Just tonight, I heard from him; the news isn't good. He relapsed hard in November, going into liver failure after a few weeks of daily, constant drinking. Liver failure, indeed...he lapsed into a hepatic coma for about five weeks. The strong, handsome man is now an invalid, struggling to re-solidify the scrambled eggs in his brain. He's slowly improving, but the prognosis is an unknown - I've seen miracles, and I've seen death.

Pray for S.
Pray for everyone who wants that drink they shouldn't have.
Pray for the people I loved that died because they couldn't say - no.

Pray for me, too, because it's lonely to be the last one who wanted to keep living. I don't understand how they lost hope, and I haven't. Because hope isn't in the bottle, hope comes when you pour what's in the bottle down the drain.

Here's a little ditty for all those that are still in the game - She'll Have You Back. Name your she-devil and sing along.

Abide With Me (Sunday Music)

This recording of the famous hymn is truly lovely - an all-male chorus with string accompaniment.

Ladies and gentlemen: The Fron Male Voice Choir from Wales, a cut from their CD Voices of the Valley.

A Modest Case For Inclusion

Ladies and gentle persons of the Episcopal Church of the United States of America and the Anglican Church of Canada. We are about inclusion and I ask that you keep that in mind as you read the brief (no pun intended) but modest proposal.  

I ask you, who currently is benefiting from the largess of the stolen property, both real and personal? Where is at least a portion of the money that currently comes into such dioceses as the "Anglican" Diocese of San Joaquin, Fort Worth and Pittsburgh going?  How about the money that comes into churches currently affiliated with AMiA?  Well, I believe that just like the Conealoneialist Diocese of San Joaquin, some, maybe a bunch is going directly to the Province of the Southern Cone.  Do our attorneys realize that the beneficiaries of the current conealoneial churches are the likes of Greg Venables, Henri Orombi, Peter Akinola, Emmanuel Kollini and Benjamin Nzimbi?  In addition to the ready cash available there is the more indirect issue of deferred cash.  What I mean by that is if all those churches that are currently paid for and occupied by the orothodites had been places they had to rent they would not be sending TEC cash to these "robber barons".  Think about this, the hundreds of thousands (their numbers not mine) are contributing to the provinces they belong to with cash that should be going to pay the rent for the building they are renting or paying for are indeed going to "the boys own coffers".  See, if the conelaoneialist laity were not currently in TEC buildings, most of whcih were bought and paid for by TEC laity, these folks would be hustling buildings, and they are not. 

My point is not just one of the issues currently in legal dancing mode.  I would like to know why the attorneys that have filed suit do not amend the suit to include  the beneficiaries of all the American and Canadian good fortune? 

Is there any wonder why Archbishop Akinola muses over the lawsuits that affect his province/diocese? And why he is so concerned about the continuing issues lawsuits present especially with unnamed John and Jane Does?  Perhaps it time to remove the mystery?  Perhaps it is time to put these folks names in the spotlight?  They love notoriety -- why not give them a healthy slice of the pie?  They need something to talk about and relate back to the bible -- how about naming some in a large way?  Want something to talk about Mr. Orombi?  How about your name in the lights of a Virginia court room?

Oh, one last thought.  When one or more comes to visit the poor struggling congregations of their diocese we slap them with a material witness warrant and not allow them to leave the country until after the lawsuits are finished.  Bet the tone and tenor of the conealoneialists changes a great deal.  

The Episcopal Church and the Anglican Church of Canada have always been about inclusion.  Wouldn't this make it just a bit more cozy.

Father, Abba, Dad, Daddy

Lately I have been thinkin'.  How does our relationship with our own father frame our relationship with God.  Now, I am no biblical scholar, though I read some, and I am no psychologist so have no fear of "being shrunk".  But let's think about this for just a moment or two.  Our very first father child relationship is with our own dad, most of the time.  I know there are some that perhaps your father was not in your life but that is very important also.  I think it is this from this springboard that we first begin to envision what God must be like.  After all, when we come across the bible it talks about Our Father.   Fathers can be aloof patriarchs, stern disciplinarians, loving fathers, a good friend, a part time dad, a non-existent father, or any combination of the above or maybe something not mentioned.  This relationship is frequently (though not always) noted by the use of the name given to your dad.  For example I always called my dad, dad.  Others may use the appellation Father (as Wilma does) and of course we know that Jesus liked the name Abba or daddy (Goran, is this the correct translation?).  At least that is what I have been taught. 

For me, I lost my father when I was seventeen. (actually didn't lose him, he died from a blood clot).  There are two things about that.  First, I had a rare glimpse of what his friends thought of him.  See, my dad was a fireman, and when he threw his clot he was at home.  The department responded and to watch those men work on my dad was a sight to behold.  He was clearly loved by his fellow workers.  In essence, I think I can draw from that (plus a couple of other incidents) he was a very good friend.  Second, I grew up without benefit of an older dad.  Of course dad would have been older but I had no chance for an adult relationship with him.  I needed to search other places to find that relationship, if for no other reason than to be a dad to my two children. Anyway,  I have a mix of my own experiences along with the bible and especially the Lord's Prayer.  So my interpretation of God is the loving Father but one who cares as much for friends, who wants everyone to be together.  The two great commandments mean a great deal to me.  The Eucharist means a great deal to me.  Parables like the good Samaritan and the father in the prodigal son stick with me easily.  I can quote those stories with ease.  When Jesus spoke to his dad he said Abba, I can easily relate to that.  But this is just me.

So, how about you?  First, does your relationship with your father frame your relationship with God and if so why?  If, not why?  

 

Episcopalian Meets Methodists (Sunday Music)

My years singing in a Methodist choir were full of musical surprises, for both me and the Methodists. I still remember how amused and amazed they were to learn I had never sung The Old Rugged Cross, and that it was completely unfamiliar to me in every way.

Here is a beautiful choral arrangement of that classic hymn - it has quite the Anglican flair, I think! Yet as I listen, I can tell this 65-voice choir is Methodist, and that they sing together every week as members of a very special family. Yea, they make a joyful noise unto the Lord.

The Old Rugged Cross, by Rev. George Bennard; arrangement by Tom Jordan, as performed by the Cathedral Choir, Hyde Park Community United Methodist Church, Cincinnati, Ohio.

Mr. Iker Gives The Store Away

Will wonders never cease?  And I thought for lo these many months we were dealing with uncompromising, evil, stiff-necked people who had not a decent bone in their body!  ME-A flippin' CULP-A!  Mr. Iker, in his continuing role as grand pooba of the Fort Wrath Conealonialists has now "returned to the Episcopal Church with his blessings and prayers" four, count them one, two, three and four parishes.  Here, in a magnificent gesture of incredible generosity is what he says, "

 The property of Trinity Episcopal Church, Fort Worth, and St. Martin-in-the-Fields Episcopal Church, Southlake, has been transferred into the name of the Rectors and Wardens of those parishes, respectively. The property of St. Christopher’s Episcopal Church, Fort Worth, and St. Luke’s Episcopal Church, Stephenville, will be transferred upon removal of financial encumberances in the form of building loans currently in the name of the Corporation. 

 

Let me see if I get this : I, Leo Jack Iker, renounced bishop and currently nobody of the nowhere church of the Southern Province,  am selling to you St. Christopher's and St Luke's the buildings and grounds, property that does not belong to me, just as soon as you pay me for the same.  I believe this deal is almost as good as the one Matt Kennedy offered the diocese of New York sometime ago when he offered to buy his church with the existing endowment of the Good Shepherd Episcopal Church.

To quote another blogger, "Holy crap on a cracker!" How can anyone pass up this  deal.  I am hopeful that the rectors, wardens and vestry members of these parishes virtually run to the banks and to the attorneys and close this deal before it gets away from everyone!  

Mr. Iker, have you lost it?  Can someone like the Presiding Bishop perhaps help you find it?  Do you need someone to help you fix your driveway that clearly does not run all the way to the street?  Have you been smokin' your socks or what?  Oh O - I see that word coming round the bend!  No, wait a minute, it is the magic bird!  And what is the secret word tonight?  I think it was the same word that Admiral Halsey used during WWII.  You must remember that -- I believe the word is NUTS!

(A tip of the old tam-o-shanter to both Desert Child and Father Christian.  Sheesh, this gets better all the time. No one, but no one could make this stuff up.)